If You Dream A Horror Dream

I stared in horror at the mirror. My tooth had come out, but the blood gushed down my chin. I couldn't talk, or rather, I tried to, but the words never came out. I looked as if I was yelling in a black-and-white silent movie. I ran from the bathroom, down to where the door had been. I was in the new house. There was no door now. I slammed on the wall. Suddenly my hands bleed. The wall began to turn red, and my mouth was the least of my worries.

I awoke screaming. After, I sat up in my bed, recovering with the dream. My mother rushed in, patting my head. The new house gave me a bad feeling. I sat up in my bed, gasping, my mother holding me. I felt young, however, I felt old. No feeling could actually describe it. Regaining my sanity, I laid back down. My chest felt heavy. 'It was just a dream." I muttered under my breath, to low to be heard. After my mother left, I got up and dressed, watching my back and breathing heavily the whole time. I pushed my long black hair behind my shoulder, which slowly moved back over it, for it was not long enough to stay. I dressed quickly, then ran down the winding stairs. Carefully, almost motionless, I looked past the hall to the door, thick and standing perfectly intact. Sighing, I pushed my worries aside. Today I begin a new life, in a new school, with a new class.

I put some bread in the toaster and grabbed a glass of juice. Then, I got some fish food and poured it in our 20 gallon fish tank. I pushed aside to the toaster and grabbed my breakfast. Putting it on the table, I decided to give the fish more food, until to my horror, the fish were all dead! Instead, blood caked the whole top, slowly moving down, along with bodies. I closed my eyes, opening them to find all the fish were fine. I gave them the food, for I'd feel guilty if not, and hurrily ate.

Glad to leave, I rushed out. Taking one last look at the terrifying house before leaving. I was never going to call it my home. I was trying to be calm, not wanting to believe what my own sight had played for me. The whole day, my mind only filled up with the sightings. The way home did not help.

Walking down the long-abonded road, I spotted my old Auntie Sonna. The problem is, she was blown up in a store bomb. Which explains her face and body. She was naked, but her body had bits of skin, rotted and moldy. Some spots were skeleton. Her face was the most groutest. Half of her face was black, skin falling of with every step. My eyes wided. I couldn't phantom it all. I stood still, and so did she. It was not scary, but eeire, not creepy, but mystifying. Then, all went black.

"AUNT SONNA!" I gasped for breath, sitting up. I was lying on the couch in the new home, my mother watching T.V on the foot of the couch. "Mom?" I said, many questions in my head.

"You passed out, if the nice neighbor hadn't found you, you'd be on the street still." She didn't sound harsh as I had imagined it would. However, I screamed as her head rolled to the ground. Hands, no, not hands, but ghastly arms grabbed at me form all angles of the couch.

My eyes flashed open. I reached for my eyes and found I was crying. It was dark, pitch black, and my eyes were open, and I was... crying. They were open, open very wide. I knew it couldn't be too late, or hoped I hadn't slept the day away.

"Am I.. dead?" I muttered lowly. I felt around, my soft bed shielded me. If this was my room, I could tell where my light switch was. Reaching around, I felt blind. Finally, my finger tips brushed up against the switch. All around the room there were shadows on the wall. people shadows, light, but noticeable. I could hear my breath and heartbeat. Feel the anticipation of my own demise. My own death, and yet, I was not afraid. I was creped out, so much I ran out of my room. The windows shone the daylight light. Looking back I jumped, only did I see it was just my shadow. I heard the front door open. Dad was home! I ran into the kitchen, however I did not. I was watching myself as a younger girl run into my dads arms. I was being mocked, so it seemed. My own eyes mocked my very lifespan! As reality came into view, I saw my father with his suitcase.

"Welcome home dad" I said as kindly as I could. He smiled and went to the living room. I wasn't hungry, but decided to eat just in case it was my mind, being to scared to eat. I got a bowl of cereal, simple food.

"GAHHH!" A males voice yelling in what sounded like pain filled my ears. I ran into the living room, and watched the show of my father being dragged into a hole on the floor, until he was fully engulfed in it. I gazed at the hole, it was closing. I pounded on it, now fully closed

"DAD!" I yelled to the floor.

"Yes, sweetie, what's wrong?" My dads voice from behind. Relived, I turned to him, only to find a man with dark hair, no eyes, but black spots. He vanished, but a trail of blood lead out of the solem room. I followed it, reluctant of my own will. It lead to my mothers and fathers room. I opened the door, and found my parents bodies stacked on others, coated in blood. Throats slit, limbs gone, halfs of bodies cut. Everything. I screamed.

"Mistress, Mistress!" Gregor yelled.

"I'm sorry Gregor, I was just remembering how I murdered my parents." I replied, a smile tugging my blood red lips.